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"Why don't I hate you?" Jisung asked the older, they were sitting in the car. "Because I love you. And you know that this is the best for both of us." Minho answered sadly before taking the younger's hand in his, giving it a tight squeeze. Somebody that had studied psychology would understand Minho's tactics immediately. He was manipulating the younger for dear life. But how could Jisung know that? He is after all just a kid. A kid that didn't know better.
"Come on baby." Minho said walking out of the parked car. "Where are we going?" Jisung asked, his voice was empty. It was like he was talking on auto-pilot. "I know somebody that has a apartment we can take over. We'll be staying there for a while." Minho said before taking out a carrier from the trunk. "Won't the others be able to find us then?" Jisung's voice was still as empty as a the looks in his eyes. "No. The apartment is under his name, and I'll pay rent to him." Minho answered.
The apartment was simple. The living room had a sofa, three comfy chairs and a tv. There was a huge dark green carpet that went along with the aesthetics of the room, everything looked quite down-to-earth and retro.
The kitchen wasn't bad either. Everything was white, except the black tiles on the floor. The bathroom had both a bathtub and a shower, and there was a slight smell of apple cider and smoke. Jisung thought it smelled good, but nothing in comparison to Minho. Minho smelled like winter... it was hard putting a finger on it, but kinda like mint, snow and lavender mixed together, making this beautiful smell Jisung couldn't get enough of.
The bedroom was probably the prettiest out of the rooms in the house. The bed was big enough for the two males with a lot to spare. The bedding and carpet was the same snow white colour. Behind the bed, was two light brown bookshelf filled with everything from Harry potter and Carry on to complete studies of Norwegian trees and encyclopedias.
Jisung immediately fell in love.
He might come off as though or cold blooded, but the truth was that he loved to read maybe as much as he loved Minho. Of course he would never tell anybody that, especially not Minho. He feared that if Minho knew, he would burn every single book in the universe. And if he did that, he would have to take Jisung too. Because the older could read him.
Like an open book
